To Russian Bay
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Sun 4 Aug 2019 23:57
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To Russian
Bay
 Enough of a good thing ??? All night
bad jazz with a drummer playing in time with a different beat in his head and we
decided to make the short hop over to Russian Bay, the promise of silence a
definite pull. Bear did a rubbish run, took the front cover down, stowed
Baby Beez and off we went passing a very heavily
laden local. The skipper was happy to take the wheel while I put the
washing in to soak and set about the mammoth task of stowing three crates of
supplies (mostly replacement tinned stuff) in their rightful place. First time
we have ever spent 1,217,538 on shopping but I did replace my dwindled vodka
supply, Bear’s rum and treats to last a fortnight. I even bought Bear a rabbit
(whole one for five pounds – last time he had one was years ago and I think it
cost three or four times that.
 Lovely to see these classic ladies at anchor.
 Sleepy
Hellville, quiet at a distance.
 Around the end of the Point is an anchorage called Crater Bay – may have a go
at that when we come back and taxi the short distance in to Hellville for
shopping.
 Love these little
local boats.
 Small but
quick.
 A big
local, the mainland in the distance.
 Very hard to see the small boats –
spot the one above the solar panel, just below the horizon – and – he is paddling.......
 A close-up of said paddler.
 This lady is
cruising at five knots.
 Many boats over the
other side.
 The sail on this
little one is made from a bit of tarpaulin.
 Looking back toward
Hellville.
 Lovely
scenery.
 The entrance to Russian
Bay.
 Shopping away, washing rinsed and
wrung ready to hang and bedroom floor swept. Now.......I have one of those
sticky creature mats under the stool that acts as my bedside table. How
surprised and a bit sad to find a tiny crab stuck.
Whatever next, and how, where.......a crab in the bedroom......
 I went out to tell Bear who fell
about laughing....Russian Bay looks huge, we have to
pass to the far side of the entrance to avoid a shallow patch – transit line to
follow.
 I left the still
giggling Bear to sweep the kitchen.
 In and around the corner to the anchorage.
 Our
journey.
  Nineteen point
six nautical miles across from Hellville, yellow
line, to anchor (red arrow).
 We passed three monos and four cats to settle in seven metres.
 Our view. Paul paddled over to
introduce himself. He runs a restaurant ashore with his wife and hopes to see us
soon. Paul on his way back to shore. We wonder if
there are any lemurs in those woods. The sound of silence is so very sweet.
Yellow cover up, time for a game.
ALL IN ALL A BUSY
DAY
A NICE GENTLE
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